Most of it beyond belief, and it's really just a figmenta solidified dream, one that leaves me feeling emptybecause I can dream so much more, and all those dreamsdon't mean a thing, and my journey has grown tiredand stale, and It will never shine again, becauseat every turn I'm reminded of how foolish I amthere is no magic anymore, my world has grown hollowand every belief, is like a song that ends too soonif you take a hammer, and smash the world to piecesit's beautiful, but as the ashes of the world settleand solidify, you never know how your mind will end upI like the world in ashes, thrown into the airbecause that's the only place where everything is beautiful

"We know nothing at all. All our knowledge is but the knowledge of schoolchildren. The real nature of things we shall never know." - Albert Einstein